The F Word
Everyone is happy. We’re on the cusp of a weekend. Bill is freshly home from work. He sits on the kitchen floor and pulls Nate into his lap and wraps his arms around him.
“Hey Buddy! Do you know what day tomorrow is?!”
“What?!”, asks Nate, beaming up at his favorite person in the world.
“After tomorrow, Da-da doesn’t have to go to work for the next day and the next day! We can be buddies!”
“What day?!”, Nate squeals.
“It’s a day that starts with ‘F’,” I say. I blow air through my top teeth, perched on my bottom lip. “fuh-fuh-fuh.”
“What day starts with the ‘fuh‘ sound, Nate?” asks Bill.
Nate waits a beat, lights up, and excitedly screams, “FURSDAY!”
Silly wabbit—everybody knows it is Fuesday however, Funday is good too.
HA!! Fuh-nny!
only i didn’t say fudge…….